Better

I want to break you of your superstitions

Your poor position with foggy vision

From you false propped up religion

I want to offer you wisdom

Words, facts, and information

Sentences of love

Though you are not ready to hear them

So I will play the mad poet

Place my offerings before you

And before you know it

You will see

That what you believe 

Is just a passing trend

You will not break

But bend before the coming wind

And see yourselves

Better than I ever was

And how I always knew 

You could be